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Ryn Weaver

Traveling Song

 

Traveling Song

(album: The Fool - 2015)


Oh father time...
That meter maid who lends one lively winking eye
We dance a borrowed jig while hiding from the fine
Oh, what I wouldn't spend to lend you mine

Nobody knows where they are going
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
Over the edge of all our "knowings"
Be it a bang of the divine
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing
I've never been one for goodbyes...
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know

Everywhere I roam
I'll see you on the road

Oh, I take it in vain
All the plans and moves that we made!
Half a heart is aching to grow
Soulmates aren't just lovers, you know
I know.
I know your eyes are the rain
Just a soul that's changing it's shape
I'll be laughing all of the way...
Thinking 'bout the days

Nobody knows where they are going
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
Over the edge of all our "knowings"
Be it a bang of the divine
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing
I've never been one for goodbyes...
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know

Everywhere I roam
I'll see you on the road

So, farewell to my friend

He who taught me to love like a beast and to feast like the queen that he fed turtle soup! Little boy from Paris to the states, check the facts. That was Magical Max.

He was black sheep. And mischief. And love for his craft.

And he told me that I was Apollo 13 on that very last day. He said "shoot for your dreams, little girl. To the stars!" Well, I'm taking you with me now, this one is ours. And I know what you'd say, you'd say, "On with the show!"

So on we go...

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